Evan's Pov
The past week had been horrible. I had to depend on my dad to do everything that involved my foot and to my greatest surprise, that included every single thing I did. And don't even get me started on my bathroom times, I'm too embarrassed.
During the past week, I saw the world through my window. The world mostly included seeing my dad going out of the house in the morning, pause a bit to yell out a greeting towards crazy Gracie's house then hear an harmonious voice reply back with a "Good morning Mr Calman"
That voice, one that had bugged me for days because of how vaguely familiar it sounded and also how I feel chills run down my spine from hearing that. I've lost count of how many hours I've spent daydreaming about the face behind the voice
But no matter how much I tried to imagine the face, I couldn't get a clear image of it in my mind because though my mind was good at taking pictures, it wasn't of much use when it came to creating one
Then my world watching continued when my father came back later in the evening, after work and the unnecessary school runs he did for me, and walked from our house to the next and sat on the front porch of crazy Gracie's house with the person he always greets in the morning
I knew it was the same person because sometimes the wind carried their voices to my window and there was no mistaking the shivers that went from my spine to other parts of my body that I'd rather not mention. What the hell was wrong with me!
I was really pissed of when the routine continued for four consecutive days. I just wasn't sure if I was was pissed at my dad for spending so much time with someone that daydreamed about and was dying to meet, or myself for dying to meet someone or the stupid cactus in front of Gracie's house that never let me a get a clear view of the girl or crazy Gracie for planting cactus in front of her yard. Who those that!
After a long deliberation, I ending up pouring all the blame on the stupid bike rider that injured me and made me unable to meet the girl of my daydream
After almost going insane thinking about my dad's weird visits. I decided on the fifth night of my bed confinement to ask him about it.
"Yo dad!" I yelled for him as soon as he finally walked in that night
"Coming" He said as I heard his feet pound up the stairs. He walked into my room few seconds later
"What up? Your homework ready?" He asked
"Yes but I didn't call you in for that" I said waving my hands at him dismissively
"Then what did you call me in for?" He asked getting himself settled on a chair by my bed
"Who is that?" I asked awkwardly
"Excuse me?' He asked back in confusion
"The girl you always talk to at night now days?" I prompted
"I never knew you were so interested in... how do you young people say it again?... Oh yeah... Ma shit" He replied, using the phrase I used for him all the time when he was asking to much questions
"Dad, be serious" I replied
"If you must know that young young lady is Dani, the one I told you about, Gracie's niece, I'm still not sure that's her name but I'm too embarrassed to ask. I've been speaking to her for almost a week! But she's a nice young girl that loves bikes just as much as I do and she's fun to talk to, respectful too" My dad replied replied with a smile
"Dad?" I called out having heard enough to raise my suspicions
"What?" He replied
"Don't tell me..." I started but paused midway unable to finish the statement
"what? Don't tell you what?" he asked
"That you're...um having feelings for that girl, who I'm guessing is a minor?" I asked awkwardly
"What? What on earth made you think that?" he yelled
"You're literally smiling and talking about her nonstop like a teenager with a crush!" I retorted
"No, I'm smiling because I'm just glad to see a well trained teenager with good manners unlike some sons who know themselves but I refuse to mention! And no, I don't have feelings for a seventeen year old. My God, how could you think of something so disgusting and illegal" My scolded me
"Well, good because I don't want to see you in jail for child molestation, it'd be too embarrassing. I'd rather see you in jail for something more dignified like embezzlement, mass murder, illegal operations on patients-" I started mentioning what I thought were less embarrassing crime
"Shut up Evan" my dad said with disappointment
"Fine. But quick one do you have this Demi's phone number?" I asked
"Yes?" he responded sounding suspicious of my questions
"Could you give me?"
"Naa... No way... Don't even dream about it" my dad said instantly
"what? I want to see for myself just how nice she is" I replied
"No need, you're not her type-" my dad said
"How would you know, Good girls dig bad boys. It's the normal phenomenon of life" I countered
"You didn't let me finish. And even if you were her type, I'd personally make sure it never happens because I know you, and you're not worth it. A good girl like her deserves a good nice young man" My dad really said that to me face
"What? So I don't even get a chance" I asked
"Nope" He said popping his lips
"But I'm your son!" I protest. I didn't really need his permission but it just bugged me that he concluded that I wasn't good enough. I mean I could brag on the fact that I was good enough for any girl in this town judging from my mental hit list and from the amount of phone numbers written or pasted on my locker in school.
I honestly couldn't remember the last time I asked for girl's number or even dialled one, It was always the other way around. So why would my dad even try to make this girl seem too good for me. Hello, I'm Evan Calman
"yeah and I know you. So it's a no from me on her behalf" he replied
"What..." I didn't get to finish
"Bye, Evan" He said before he stood and started walking away
"Wait! what about dinner?" I asked
"It's down the stairs, go get it yourself. You need some exercise" he said and walked out if sight
I sat there utterly disappointed before I tried standing my own. It had hurt like like crap but not as bad it had five days earlier. I managed to go down to get my food and get back up with it. The pain was intense but I did it.
And after few days of doing that, I became much better at it and the pain reduced. The pain lessened so much that I decided it was time to meet my daydream girl.
I got out of the house that late afternoon and could finally breath fresh air. Then I walked towards crazy Gracie's house and couldn't believe what I saw parked in front of the house, it was the same bike that was rode over my feet
I inspected the bike a little just be sure and I confirmed that it was the same one. What the heck was it doing in front of Gracie's house? either way I didn't care cause I was going to destroy this bike and wait for the stupid owner to arrive and murder him too
I brought out my pocket knife and was about to slash the tires of the bike when something was bashed into my head without warning and it hurt like hell. I turned around with fury to see the person responsible
"What the f*** are you doing?" I shouted at her and she happened to say the exact same thing to me to... at the same time
Wait... her voice sounded just like the girl in my day dream. Was she the same person?
"Who the hell do you think you are to try to puncture my tires. Do you know how much they cost?" she said before I had a chance to even say anything else
She was looking at me with fury. But all I could think about was the electric charges her voice sent through my body and how good it would be to kiss her lips that were currently squeezed in deep frown
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" I started to apologize but paused midway when the implication of her words dawned on me
"You own this bike?"
"Yeah" she replied like the answer was pretty obvious
"And am I wrong to assume that your were the rider that rode over my foot with it last week?" I asked through gritted teeth, hoping the gave a negative answer because I didn't want to harm a female
"No, you're not" she said with a smirk while looking at my foot. I was wearing a footware that was a little comfortable on my feet, so my tender foot could be seen
"You fucking Bitch" I muttered coldly, pouring all the aggression and frustration I'd felt for the past week into those words